Csilla: My boyfriend advised me since I have had a hard time writing what I want to write to just have everyone else tell me what to write...

&&it seemed like fun :3

wish me luck~

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AUDIO: Olly Murs | Troublemaker

Sitting in the far corner of the dining hall, Lavi watched with careful eyes his target: one, Allen Walker chatting animatedly with their comrade Lenalee that seemed to giggle every now and then. Avoiding being caught sight of, the redhead bookman slipped away from the table he had been sitting out to hand over his dirty dishes to Jerry. Exiting the hall, he knew that there was little chance he had escaped without being seen by the white-haired exorcist; light footsteps following him acknowledged him of someone following him - Allen, very likely.

"Lavi, is everything okay?" Pools of silver liquid enticed deep mint-green to turn towards them; the taller knew he was trapped - no doubt the events from last night would resurface.

"Y-Yeah," A hesitant mumble escaped past the bookman's lips as he did his best not to let his mind wander back to them; he had a mission to complete after all! He couldn't allow himself to flirt with human emotions...

Snowy white hair fluttered as Allen cocked his head to the side while bringing up the very thing the redhead wanted to avoid talking about: "About last night... Sorry, I just get really into playing poker... though we have Master to blame for that,"

The duo had played poker last night with Lenalee and Krory; although towards the end, they were all making bets of number of days they would be the winner's slave. Unfortunately for the trio, no one told them that Allen could be utterly ruthless even to his own friends AND that he was able to cheat without guilt.

/ A Trip Down Memory Lane /

A deep green eye twitched in irritation; how had the young bookman found himself in such position again?

Oh yes, pure boredom had been the leading reason. After the boredom came the bad idea of agreeing to a suggestion made by the one and only: Allen Walker.

"Full House," A brightly beaming white-haired exorcist sat across from him with his cards laid out in front of him along with the pile of numbers written on a sheets of paper.

The wagers they were betting had turned into the number of days they would have to obey the other; why had Lavi thought that playing poker against someone who made a living playing the game to repay debts for a horrible gambler (aka General Cross) was a good idea?

He didn't. Thinking the idea through hadn't occurred to the redhead, who merely muttered in defeat: "...damn..." as he watched the two weeks-worth of days he had just betted being added to the top of the large collection of paper slips beside the white-haired exorcist.

Of course wanting to show dominance over the other, Lavi had been the one to bet the most amount of days - thus according to the rules, that were added when they began betting days, the person with the most amount of days betted is the one to become the slave for the person/master who held their days. So far the amount of days accumulated was:

Lenalee - 15 days (all owned by Allen)

Krory - 45 days (all owned by Allen)

Lavi - 60 days (all owned by Allen)

Allen - 7 days (all owned by Lavi)

Somehow Lavi had nabbed a week off of his best friend; although he would admit it was pure luck - he had accused Allen of cheating and even got a little physical, pushing the boy enough to cause poker cards to slip out of his sleeve. The redhead would never admit that he took a shot in the dark, hoping to earn a few days off the white-haired exorcist. Seven days was better than nothing in the bookman's mind!

/ FIN /

Lavi knew that sooner or later he would have to pay off his days as Allen's slave; after all, he was a man of his word. His eye watched as his comrade's mouth opened and closed as if speaking but he had been too much into his thoughts to listen: "What?"

"I said... did you forget you're my slave for 60 days?" The smaller exorcist's words were laced with a tinge of irritation and playfulness that immediately sparked a remark from the redhead: "Am I going to regret this?"

"Very much~"

'I should have ran last night after the game' Lavi mused as his shoulders sank in defeat; he knew the beansprout would surely get back at him for making fun of his height.

"First don't call me 'beansprout' or anything else pertaining to my height... call me Allen," Allen instructed him, sternly.

"Anything you say, Allen" Lavi was beginning to think he might enjoy being the parasitic-exorcist's slave for the next few months but there was one thing he knew he would not enjoy about the days ahead of him - all the trouble he was VERY LIKELY to endure!

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Csilla: Song request for inspiration are welcomed :D